Roy x Riza
Created 29th June 2005
Contains mild coarse language.

-snap-

-WHOOSH-

"Shit."

Roy Mustang looked mournfully down at the bench-top, now scattered with a great deal of burned... things (they were no longer distinguishable as objects, anyway).

A great time saver.

"Sure."

Saves electricity, even.

"Uh-huh."

Will always get that 'just-right' feel to it.

"Load of-"

Here Roy opened his mouth for a stream of verbal abuse to exit, using language so explicit that it could never be mentioned in any respectable piece of Fanfiction. Mornings never were his best time of the day.

"Roy..."

The Colonel turned around and watched Riza approach, long hair still free of its usual rigid style, and dressing gown still tied loosely.

"You'd better hurry, you don't want to be late for work", he said.

Riza didn't say anything – just walked slowly up, planted a kiss on his cheek, then gently prised out of his hands the two pieces of bread he had been holding.

Turning around and ignoring Roy's groan of protest, she inserted the bread into the white box on the bench, not five inches away from where they both were standing, then surveyed the bomb-site that was now her kitchen.

With a long-suffering sigh and a look of deep exasperation (if only to cover her own amusement), she finally spoke again.

"Try using the toaster next time, Roy."